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Last summer, it was my wedding day and I was excited to exchange vows with my beautiful bride, Sarah. She was a stunning Arab lady, 35 years old, with an hourglass figure that made heads turn. Her voluptuous breasts and curvaceous hips were a sight to behold, even when fully covered by conservative attire.nnAs the day approached, I warned Sarah to dress modestly, aware of my rowdy friends and their penchant for getting drunk at social events. However, Sarah was a daring free spirit who wanted to be the center of attention on our special day.nn"I'm the bride, darling," she said with a playful wink, "I have to be the most beautiful one there."nnDespite my concerns, Sarah's conservative long dress was tight, accentuating her stunning figure. The fabric clung to her enormous breasts, making them strain against the fabric as if about to burst free. Her ample hips and plump rear were equally emphasized, creating a tantalizing silhouette under the hijab that covered her head.nnAs we arrived at the indoor hall where the reception was being held, Sarah turned heads with her stunning appearance. My friends, already inebriated, couldn't resist her allure. One in particular, drunkenly stumbling around, found himself drawn to Sarah like a moth to a flame.nnWithout warning, he began unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his chiseled torso. He continued to strip, leaving only his boxers, before lunging towards Sarah with a lecherous grin. As he danced provocatively around her, he humped her ass as if fucking her through the fabric of her dress.nnHis bold move shocked Sarah, but it only seemed to fuel his drunken desire. With a sudden jerk, he pulled down his boxers and slid his hardening cock into the narrow slit of her dress. The guests gasped in horror and fascination as he started thrusting, making the fabric ride up to expose her panties to the crowd.nnIn a sickening display of entitlement, he ripped the top of Sarah's dress open, exposing her heaving breasts to the room. The hijab remained in place, but her once-covered body was now on full display for all to see and touch.nnMy other friends, instead of intervening, rushed towards Sarah like a pack of wolves. They began groping her massive tits, fondling her swollen nipples, and forcing their hands under the dress to grope her ass and pussy. Sarah, shocked and humiliated, tried to cover herself, but they pushed her towards the table, continuing their assault on her body.nnOne of them, slurring his words, shouted, "Let's strip her naked, we've seen the bitch already!" In seconds, the men tore the remaining fabric from Sarah's dress, leaving her completely bare except for the hijab. They laughed and jeered, with one of them spewing a racist remark: "This's how we do it here in the USA – Arab whore!"nnThe lewd display continued as Sarah was passed from guest to guest, each one taking turns to grope, squeeze, and fondle her exposed body. Some even pulled her hair, making her head wobble as they used her as a human pinata. The table soon became a mess of spilled drinks and scattered food, with her naked form the centerpiece.nnThe guests, caught up in the debauchery, started taking videos and photos with their phones, capturing every humiliating moment for their personal pleasure. The wedding, once a joyous celebration of love, had devolved into a pornographic spectacle.nnSarah, initially resisting, eventually surrendered to her fate, even dancing and shaking her ass for her violators. She looked like an Arab porn star, her hijab the only article of clothing left on her sweat-drenched body as it was used and abused for the entertainment of the crowd.nnAs the night wore on, the men grew bolder, lifting Sarah onto their shoulders and crowd-surfing her through the room. They used their hands to spread her holes, giving everyone a better view of her exposed, violated body. The once-respected bride was now a public cum motivation, her asshole and pussy the focal points of a depraved celebration.nnOur wedding had become a nightmare, a cruel joke played on Sarah and me. The humiliation, the shame, and the violation of my beloved wife would haunt me forever. As the drunken revelers continued their lecherous festivities, I could only stand by, powerless to stop the madness that had consumed our special day.
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